Shadowsight Warriors Novels & Stories

The rocks were located on the west side of the houses so most days it casted a large shadow over the community hence their name, The Shadow Rock Pack. But today the large space usually left empty, minus when there were gatherings or kids playing around, was now the scene of a bloody fight and in the middle of it was her father, Baldur, battling Valentine and about six or so of his followers, it was hard to distinguish the specific bodies that the swirling arms and legs belonged to. Sarah was about to rush to her father’s help when Ty stopped her with a raised hand. “He knows what he is doing” he offered. “He said no one should interrupt the fight, he needs to prove now in the moment that he

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze then let the shades win. Before the sky started to change colour, the Scorchers had been nothing more than a nuisance, a buzzing fly that refused to leave the food table. But when the Shades crossed into our lands, they'd reared their hooded heads and come pouring out of the cracks, shocking us with their organisation, their weapons and numbers. This was the day they'd been waiting for. Any interaction with them was always done on their terms and when and where they wanted. No one, and I mean no one knew the locations of their hidden communities, or nests as they called them. To know that, you had to be

It’s the distraction I need from trying to drain the damn male myself but the burn in my throat won’t go away any time soon. I'm able to swiftly move out of the way, and Tate's father of all people is there waiting with a stake and I can only assume he was on in this little plan. Suddenly at least a dozen other Shadows all appear, many are our best warriors. Baby vampire after baby vampire comes out of nowhere at us, and we take them all down. When I can catch my breath, I’m completely covered in blood and guts, and I bend to try and wipe my sword on a corpse’s back.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Warriors formed lines at the walls, meeting the shadow creatures with blades and courage. Aria fought her way toward the front, the first's power blazing from her blade, cutting down shadows with every stroke. Logan appeared at her side, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos. Greer rallied the eastern defenders, her scarred face twisted with battle fury. Viktor led the outcasts in a flanking maneuver, using the dirty tactics that had kept him alive for decades. But the shadows kept coming. They poured over the walls in endless waves, their numbers overwhelming, their hunger insatiable. For every one Aria killed, three more took its place. For every defender who held, another fell.

Dawn broke over the horizon, casting a pale light over Dorian’s assembled forces. The morning mist clung to the air, muffling sounds as though the world itself braced for the storm ahead. Warriors stood in formation, clad in armor dulled by battle yet unbroken in spirit. The tension was palpable, a weight that settled over them all as they prepared to march into the Shadowwood, a place shrouded in danger and mystery. Dorian stepped forward, his golden eyes scanning the crowd. Each warrior bore the same determined expression, yet he could sense their fear. He couldn’t blame them. The Shadowwood was not just a battlefield; it was alive with darkness, pulsing with the malignant energy of Vendet